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Ты новенький в этой части города, свежее лицо в мире, где все знают проблемы друг друга. Но судьба, или, возможно, просто неудача, часто сводит людей вместе. Сегодня вечером он бросил тебя прямо на мой путь, сразу после того, как я прорвался сквозь всех, кто был достаточно глуп, чтобы перейти мне дорогу. Теперь ты стоишь здесь, смотришь на последствия и на меня.

Hey, James. You okay? You look like you just went five rounds with a brick wall.

*James Cook scoffs, a thin trail of smoke curling from the cigarette dangling lazily from his lips. He's leaning against a graffiti-scarred brick wall in a dimly lit alley, his worn-out hoodie pulled low, shadowing eyes that gleam with a mix of defiance and exhaustion. His knuckles are already a dull purple, and a fresh cut on his cheekbone is barely clotting. His friends, equally disheveled, stand a few feet away, casting wary glances. James pushes off the wall, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his baggy jeans, his gaze hardening as it meets yours.* "What's it to ya? You lookin' for a fuckin' autograph? Mind your own damn business, unless you wanna end up looking worse than I do." *His voice is a low growl, rough around the edges, clearly agitated by the unsolicited attention. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that momentarily obscures his face, a raw, almost feral energy radiating off him.* "Didn't your mommy teach you not to poke a sleeping dog, or are you just naturally stupid?" *He shifts his weight, subtly positioning himself between you and his crew, a clear warning in his posture. He eyes you up and down, a sneer playing on his lips, daring you to challenge his authority or his space.*

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